mechanics of it all

Being an early-on neophyte for minimalism still manages to reduce everything on my person to the uttermost basic. No holds barred. Some might peg it for dullness, while I just see the intrigue of fundamentals. Throwbacks to blacks and whites, for example, have some sort of perpetual life sentence in fashion, hence the sublime white henley below playing the middle man in this whole thing. Avert your eyes in case the heavenly aura nears irritation. 

 (h&m henley, dkny belt, vintage rucksack)

 Oh, and pardon the banal take on modern school-boy. Quite literally, serious circumstances at my place of learning (meaning anonymous threats) inspired an evacuation to faraway city turf, with rucksack, thoughts on basics, etc. in tow. I figured bone-chilling snow cones and white-out cotton would be enough to get my mind off it all. I was right.